To whom it may concern:

I did not wish for this. My rebirth was forty-seven years ago, and I was only five. Anna was the woman who saved me. I was ill, the plague was taking me to my death and on that final breath, I felt the blood being drained from me. She had taken a knife to all of my arteries, and I remember how the white sheets turned crimson. I died, and yet…was reborn.

Anna then cut her own wrist and pressed it against my slit throat. Her violet blood filled my body and I was frozen in a phase before death. Thus is the beginning of an immortal.

Immortals are righteous beings whom fight against the darkness in the world. We are fallen angels, ridding the world of Satan’s children: vampires. At least, that’s what she told me.

Anna took me in and raised me as not only her child, but her friend. Although her hatred for vampires was by far stronger than my own, I still trusted her…I still loved her. Every day I would see her kill and deceive so many. If our job was to bring peace, why was there so much bloodshed?

I met two others, Richie and Flint, and a vampire loyal named Jonathan. We worked together, fighting for what Anna believed in…but never was able to think for ourselves. Did we mind? Maybe not…but I always wondered. What were our opinions on justice?

Jonathan was the only vampire I knew who could get close to Anna without losing his head. He loved her, and she trusted him. At least, that is what she led him to believe. Johnny was her pet, and we all knew it. He was also a great resource for communicating with and tricking the bloodsuckers. Even so, we all knew she would either kill him or make him into one of us sooner or later.

Why am I writing this? It is because I am not proud of what I am. Angel or human, human or vampire; we are murderers, not saviors. My heart sinks every time I think of that poor man-that father whom I killed. This is not what I wanted, and if this may continue, I will find a way to get out of it.

Thank you for reading and until we meet again:

Konstance